"every day reminds me that i still exist but don't deserve to be here for what i did maybe things were never supposed to be this good if that's the case i'm grateful for who you were because who you were was real
i've adapted to this normal pace and found comfort in every day but the pattern that has kept me safe is fading now i'm crawling through the mess i've made it stains my clothes with awful shades that scream that i deserve the fate i've chosen and all this emotion was wasted
from the depths of the ocean from the bottom of the sea i said i'm sorry, i'm sorry. nothing i can say now would justify a thing just know i'm sorry, i'm sorry."